Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.